“Here, boss,” the trainer says, handing Jett the hose.
Only then does he turn off the shock collar.
The girl slumps in her chains, her feet collapsing from underneath her as her body twitches. It’s a brutal sight to witness.
There’s a part of my brain that’s banging against the walls of my body, telling me to lose my shit, to tear everything apart and kill anyone who dares to hurt her, but I beat that part of me into submission.
I need more fucking information, and right now, I have none.
My jaw clenches as Jett turns the hose on its harshest setting, spraying the poor omega down with water so ice cold, I know it’ll seep down into her bones.
“You know, I expected that if anything were to make you chattier, it would be this,” Jett says casually. “But no, guess not.”
Jett nods to the other trainers, and they uncuff her from the chain hanging from the ceiling, letting her collapse into a pile on the cold, wet floor.
She doesn’t fight as they cuff her to the floor by her ankle.
My jaw clenches as things click into place.
That chain is long enough for her to move around the room.
It’s long enough for her to move close enough tome.
My theory is only confirmed when Jett moves towards the exit, punching in a code before the chains binding me to the wall lengthen, the winch whining like it hasn’t been replaced since this torture chamber was built.
“You just leaving her here?” I growl slowly.
Jett doesn’t bother giving me an answer. I already know.
“She’ll freeze to death,” I snap.
“Not my fucking problem if she dies,” Jett hisses, shooting her a disgusted glare.
I know he’s telling the truth, too. He really doesn’t give a shit if she dies.
I wonder what she did to piss him off. Other than vomiting all over him.
The door slams shut with a definitive thud, leaving this omega trapped.
In here. With me.
She’s curled up on the ground, her long hair plastered to her body. She’s not shivering anymore. I can’t tell whether that’s because she doesn’t dare move or because she’s just gotten that cold.
I’m pretty sure omegas are ridiculously fucking fragile, but I didn’t expect them to freeze to death in a few minutes. How the hell haven’t they gone extinct if that’s the case?
“Hey, you,” I say, trying to keep my voice as even as possible, but it comes out in a rough growl.
She flinches, not even daring to peek at me through the curtain of her hair. The buzzing of the generators for the floodlights fills the silence between us.
“You still alive?” I grunt.
“Y—yes,” she says through chattering teeth.
Well, good, she hasn’t stopped shivering. That means her body is still trying to warm up. When the shivering stops and the body gives up is when shit gets bad.
My gaze roves over her exposed body. She has a constellation of freckles all across her back. I don’t know why that’s what I notice first.
There are bandaids all over her legs, which means someone on this compound takes, at the very least, basic care of her.
